Word: trout
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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ROUGH WINDS OF MAY, by Nancy Hallinan (425 pp.; Harper; $3.95), is a first novel that leaps like a trout with lust for life. A canny angler, Novelist Hallinan, 34, uses enough bait for three regulation novels: 1) the English family, full of cooings, cluckings, crises and crumpets, 2) the adolescent caterpillar sprouting the butterfly wings of maturity, 3) the Panlike pipings of Bohemia competing with the dull drill calls of middle-class life. Novelist Hallinan's Pan is a fat, wheezing, believable genius named Jubial Kerr who huffs and puffs rude reality into Rough Winds...
DENVER BUILDING PROJECT by two of President Eisenhower's fishing companions will be one of the biggest in Colorado's history. With other businessmen Bankers Bal F. Swan and Aksel Nielsen, joint owners of the ranch where Ike trout fishes, have formed the Turnpike Land Co. to build a $100 million model community of 6,000 brick houses, shopping centers, parks, schools and churches outside of town, along the turnpike running between Denver and Boulder...
...made by Novelist Robert (Portrait of Jennie) Nathan. It is located at the intersection where whimsy and satire collide. It is a slap-happy world, in a well-bred way, where the fish are philosophical. "There are creatures beyond us; for I have seen their shadows," says a trout to a nonbelieving chum, who thinks all there is beyond is an absence of water. "Do they lay eggs?" asks the chum. "They are altogether spiritual." says the trout. As for the dogs, they are even better than the fish. They are romantic. "If you had wings," a he dog murmurs...
...National Golf Club. Before takeoff, Mamie Eisenhower christened the new Super-Constellation in a brief ceremony at Washington's National Airport, using, instead of the traditional champagne, a soda bottle full of water from Colorado's north fork of the South Platte River (a favorite presidential trout stream...
Nothing Sacred. That night Ike and party flew to Denver; next morning they motored across the continental divide for two days of trout fishing at a ranch owned by two Denver friends. Mortgage Banker Aksel Nielsen and Manufacturer Carl Norgren, near little (pop. 300) Fraser, Colo. Most of the town was waiting in Fraser's dusty main street to see Ike and Hoover. As Ike stepped out of his car, a man grabbed his hand and said: "Hi, Ike. I'm Curtis Brewer from Abilene." "Well, for goodness sake," said...